Of course the wifi isn’t working in her room. Still in socks and thermal underwear, she runs down the hall to the staircase landing, palms and the lights of Lummus Park silhouetted against the inky sky. Outlook loads, 38 new hits. She’ll log another hour at work, then scope the…

The oldest juice bar in Miami Beach dates to 1942 and sits a block from the water. “My uncle arrived from Athens, saw that juice bars were the thing.” The family hand-pressed each orange, the kids slicing, the sister hawking up and down the street. …

She grew up in the town over, but had never heard of the place. Off main, the length of a diner and surprisingly deep when you walked in. Best pizza north of New Haven. She didn’t like pizza anyway, gave her heartburn looking at it. White pizza was good but…

Summer Sundays, he didn’t leave the house. He woke, made two Egg McMuffins, lifted, then it was total tanning from the top of the afternoon to the last finger of light. She usually found him asleep on his neon yellow float, Tito’s soda in one groove, phone in another. She…

She’s missing the gasket to her catalytic converter. First thing in the morning, she turns on the ignition, and her car sounds like it caught emphysema overnight. …

Why was she still here? Why’d she order food when she’s the raven-tressed freak show who already stayed for a drink? …

Why was she still here? Why’d she order food when she’s the raven-haired freak show who already stayed for a drink? …

They met at his local bar. Sunday game afternoon, the leaves outside just beginning to blush. Her head was still full of craggy peaks and tall cowboys with craggy faces from a trip out to the Tetons. …

They agreed to meet halfway, between his estate in the mountains and her place in town. “No point in dilly-dallying if the live connection isn’t there,” he texted. He had been CEO of 6 companies over the course of his career, and he knew what he wanted. “Sounds good. Let’s…